low poem output for month due to broken neck
2025.2.3 – Bathing in Oregon well water
2025.2.3 – Thinking of joining
2025.2.3 – Down to ember
2025.2.4 – “Max Factor and left her with child”
2025.2.6 – Is there no single right
2025.2.9 – In movies
2025.2.11 – Of 3 Chinese curses
2025.2.11 – Rooster crows
2025.2.12 – Nebulous time
2025.2.12 – You know we got words
2025.2.13 – Dog died
2025.2.14 – Sometimes wham bam
2025.2.16 – Payment Due
2-25.2.16 – I love the night
2025.2.19 – In world fraught with froth
2025.2.24 – My 3rd eye
2025.2.26 – Lone tree
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Bathing in Oregon well water
goats in the pasture
bread in the oven
elk in the hills
mountain lions lurking
life goes on
until it doesn’t
so we do as well as we can
weighing moral matter
and tooth and claw
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Down to ember
but remember
as long as able
there’s coming September
followed by dismember
ment and compost
hosted by blender blunder
and under the table
dishonor
but what the heck
before you check out
in mad screaming shout
it’s always been
Eaters’ plan
to keep us moist
& close about
~ ~ ~
“Max Factor and left her with child.”
She looks at me in confusion. I explain.
“That’s a stretch” she says sadly.
~ ~ ~
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Is there no single right
no all wrong
do we have to fight
can’t we all just get along
no
never
not in our time
cuz meat feeds beast
and eat owns the line
wife off in jungle
of airport concourse
in search of sustenance and safety
me trapped rat-a-tat-tat
by two backpacks
as Elton John clone clown
plays excellent piano
voice auto-tuned
six J’s in a row
every song different words
same roll music flow
can’t make a run for it
packs too heavy
me too old
broken
nowhere to run anyway
checked by armed checkpoints
willing to anoint my noggin
with real knowledge
but they’re not after me
nor should they be
cuz I’m small potato
and smaller fry
my feet flat and slow
no matter how fast I go
I’ve performed my function
did my dues
left tear trail of word woo
bit of laughter too
know my slog’s not your log
your whirl not my want
no matter the elephant
in the zoom we room
keep going
keep sowing
seek knowing
run around the ring
strangling strings in tapestry
knitting nun from none
since sometimes signs don’t matter
carousel calling
on road I’m walking
hope your load ain’t aching
hope your hopes are making
hope your happy happens
now I take my nappens
here we go round the multiverse
the multiverse
the multiverse
if your spread your arms
and run real fast
perhaps you can fly
evergreen
never grown
holy cross that’s your loss
of lichen and the minor moss
~ ~ ~
In movies
there’s always a parking spot
and you never have to reload a gun
In life
you ain’t got no wheels
and they’re coming for you
I run fast
fun quick
pun wit
It’s a short battle
~ ~ ~
Of 3 Chinese curses
I like the 4th:
Blame others
loooooong way to go
Blame yourself
on your way
No blame no one
welcome home
~ ~ ~
Rooster crows
and crows and crows
Sun’s up
clouds do as they want to
My tale of body woe is ho ho ho
and I’m the punch line
Yet sing a song of 6th sense
as I dive through five
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You know we got words
running up and down the page
back and forth along the lines
weeping words wailing
wailing words wondering why
words praising grass
trees
sky
and an endless score
of even more
wonderful words
wondering why
That’s why we try
~ ~ ~
Nebulous time
in dark
one clock bong
I wait
Some-thirty?
1 a.m.?
Hands move
bong one again
1 1:30
I wait for when
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Dog died
burned him
put him in bag
hung him by deck door
he always wanted to go out
Be free, friend
~ ~ ~
Sometimes wham bam
don’t end in thank you ma’am
home from hospital ex-cancer call
clean
step on ice drive
know no way can continue
sheet slick and hungry
slow step toward lawn for safety
feet fly fast back
full face ice asphalt
bloods gush
split forehead opens 3rd-eye wide
scraped skins full throttled
bent nose
and
broke neck
face purple rising
broken blacks & blues
how to top this stupidity
keep writing it
soon not enough me left to punctuate
so much badly run
yet good still winning
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Payment Due
Cookie clutter and coffee juice
classical music on the loose
big snow slow falling round
Peaceful and picaresque
until big plastic collar
around broken neck
And bruised face
and bent nose
and . . . you knows how it goes
But goes it does
and I follow cuz love
gave me good life loving wife
So strife’s still strife
and hard ofttimes to live a life
specially with intellectual fuzz
But cookie crumbs and coffee calling
me in love and further falling
I go on and do the do’s I duzz
Lies are lies and truth be truth
this is known, but what’s the use
insides run to feral sound
Someday humans may improve
until then it’s bitter groove
of eat or eaten interest
Compounded
~ ~ ~~
I love the night
I love the loons
I love the laughter in the loom
You go your way
I’ll go mine
in different rooms we will arrive
I go yours
you may find
what isn’t pure surely blinds
We trade words
we blame lies
not enough wonder whys
Deaden birds
ill will sky
clap in time in pantomime
Hi ho blunderbutt asunder top
may we wonder when to stop
lighting night
Crip crap crayola
shite is shitola
cuz might ain’t right
It’s do for delight
due inner light
say I A.I. and am I knot
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In world fraught with froth
I’m fighting added sugar
chemical substitutes
and vinyl
tiny shiny
don’t stop the whiney
or so is said
I takes my steps
I stumble
it keeps me humble
~ ~ ~
My 3rd eye
don’t seem to be opening
hit it with a hammer
poke it with a stick
all I get is blood and grit
~ ~ ~
Lone tree
in field of snow
black trunk black branch dance
black shadow
off bursting crystal glitter
in frozen flow
Ahhh life
and heart
and cheek
aglow
Make a wish
~ ~ ~